No one in the chat group took Zuo Ziliang’s words of “don’t reply received” seriously and kept replying “received”; however, everyone generally took Wang Zixu seriously. Many people liked “The little prince uproots the baobab tree”, sent two emoticons of “big man kneels down and bows down”, or directly sent greetings.
Wang Zixu kept staring at the chat group. He didn’t reply to all the people who liked him. It's not that he is arrogant, he doesn't know how to reply.
In the past 30 years of his life experience, the total number of times he was hit by Aite in one day was not as many as today. When people in the group called him "Big Brother", he felt like he was sweating profusely, and his clothes seemed to be made of cactus skin, with faint thorns on his back.
The wife came home and took off her shoes in the hall. She saw him sitting in front of the computer with his mobile phone in his hands, and came over and asked, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to write a novel today?" Finally, he said: "Would you like to take a day off? I'm still preparing for pregnancy."
Wang Zixu looked down and saw that his wife was still wearing black stockings on her legs and fluffy slippers on her feet. When she came to her senses, she quickly said:
"Writing, I was still writing today, I was in a daze just now."
The wife kissed him on the forehead with wet lips: "You have no inspiration, right? It's okay. It's okay to take a day off occasionally. It's normal to have no inspiration."
The prince nodded blankly, and his wife said: "By the way, I also met a writer today, Lin Feng from the tax bureau. I heard that he is very famous and often publishes articles in magazines. I also mentioned you to him."
< br>The prince was startled and said: "What did you say?"
The wife asked: "Do you know Lin Feng?"
Wang Zixu said: “I’ve heard of it.”
Wang Zixu asked again: “How did you see him? What did he say?”
The wife said: "Oh, he came to my shop to buy flowers and said he was engaged in literature. This serious writer is different. He talks in one way and I can't even learn it. I said that my husband is also engaged in literature and often publishes articles in magazines. He asked which magazine he was in, and I said I don't know. I will come back and ask you."
The wife came over and hugged his hand and said, "Honey, in which magazine are you publishing articles?"
Hearing this question, Wang Zixu broke out in a cold sweat and did not dare to speak. Several concepts such as lectures, Lin Feng, and Freud were swirling around in his mind, and he was speechless for a moment.
His wife hit him with her arm: "Huh? Let me ask you something, which magazine do you mainly publish in?"
Wang Zixu was stunned for a long time, and finally said: "It's hard to say."
His wife said: "What's not easy to say? Speaking of which, you have never told me which magazine you were published in. Wang Zixu, are you hiding something from me?"
Although his wife does not understand his inner world, she understands his behavioral patterns very well. Wang Zixu felt his back was soaked with cold sweat. It took him a long time to meet his wife's gaze and said:
"You don't understand, among literati, sometimes it's better to hide something, but to confess too much... is not good."
His wife tilted her head: "Why? What's not good?"
"You know, you know, men of letters despise each other." Wang Zixu said bravely, "Sometimes when you have just started to get better, others are jealous of you and try to get in your way behind your back, and you don't even know how you fell down."
The wife was confused: "Isn't it just to write an article? As for that? I don't think Lin Feng is this kind of person?"
Wang Zixu said: "What are you doing? Do you know what kind of person he is? You only met him once today, how do you know what’s going on behind his back?” The wife said, “Zixu, don’t think too badly of him. , I am a serious writer who has been writing for many years, I still have to say whether I can like you, not to mention that I am doing it for you? If you communicate with me more, maybe you can find more ways to do it? ”
Wang Zixu wanted to be angry, but couldn't. Although he was dissatisfied that his wife looked down upon others and looked down upon him, it was a pity that she was right. He is a person who helps people flirt with literature, but he really can't hold his head high when it comes to real writers.
As the wife talked, she felt aggrieved, with some tears in her eyes, and said: "You are always like this, you never want to make more friends, you always bury your head alone. "Hey, no one knows what you're good for. You're just too arrogant. How about I help you talk to Lin Feng? Why can't you let go of your face?"
Wang Zixu blushed and said, "I can't let go? What's wrong with me burying my head in writing? Writing is inherently a lonely struggle. I can only rely on myself. Is there any use in making friends? If you write well, you can write well. If you write poorly, it's useless to find 10,000 people to praise you. If your morality is not worthy of your place, you will fall sooner or later... Stop talking, you don't Understand literature. "
The wife said: "I don't understand! You know it so well! You have been writing for several years and you don't dare to publish it anywhere! You are so brave!"
After that, the wife slammed the door. Wang Zixu sat down and gasped for air. It took him a long time to calm down. He picked up his phone and saw that Zuo Ziliang had sent him more than a dozen unread messages.
It’s already the scheduled time for the lecture. Zuo Ziliang has silenced the entire group. Now the group is completely silent. However, Wang Zixu was arguing just now and no one was there yet. Zuo Ziliang said twice in the group to ask everyone to wait.
He quickly turned on his computer and began to reply to Zuo Ziliang’s message:
[There was something going on just now, so I was a little late. Feel sorry. ]
Zuo Ziliang said: [It’s okay. If you don’t have time, it doesn’t matter if we change the time. 】
Wang Zixu said: [No need, I’ve already finished my work here. 】
After typing this line, he ran to the bedroom and pushed the door open, and found that his wife had locked the door. She does this every time we quarrel, and tonight he can only sleep on the sofa. But on the plus side, he doesn't have to hide it from her when he gives a lecture later. She won't come out today except to go to the bathroom.
Zuo Ziliang said: [Then start when you are ready. 】
Wang Zixu took a deep breath and opened the group chat.
Facing a blank screen at first, he didn’t know what to say. He was in a daze for a long time before he started typing the next line of words on the screen.
Immediately, his desire for expression was like a hole in the dam opening, and floods poured out.
He began to talk about his understanding of literature and how he viewed creation. Talk about how he incorporated traditional literature into the script. Gradually, the quarrel with his wife just now was forgotten by him.
He talked about how his imagination worked when he created the script. In fact, he created the entire script based on imagination, and then used the basic theory of story construction to lay a solid foundation and framework for the script.
First, he will set up a main conflict. This conflict does not refer to the conflict between the male and female protagonists, but a philosophical conflict, such as love and sex, freedom and morality, poverty and wealth. He will choose a "motif" as the script, and then start imagining around this theme.
A conflict that cannot be easily resolved can provide a steady stream of tension to the story. When he wrote the script about "a colleague cheating on someone in the workplace", he designed the conflict between love and sex as a theme for the male and female protagonists, a lover who is sexual but not in love, and a first wife who is in love but not in love. The male protagonist is always immersed in self-struggle.
Of course, these contents are not directly described. This is just the background of the entire script, an iceberg hidden under the sea. All plots are hidden in language. The characters he writes in the script all have their own roles and character arcs. He will express his life experience and understanding of the world in a blurry and hazy way, using dialogue details.
At the same time, not only does he have to build the image of "himself", he will also intentionally outline the image lines of the other party in the conversation. A woman is an animal made of water. The so-called water means that she can become anything she wants, and what she ultimately becomes can be controlled and guided.
He will deliberately guide and control the other party in the script, so that the other party will gradually let down his guard and accept the manipulation. Of course, the tone has to be nice and bright. He believes that no matter how indulgent the appearance is, a positive foundation is needed to set the tone, because he believes that human beings are essentially animals whose positivity outweighs their negativity.
In short, the final result is that both parties will vaguely touch the virtual counterpart at the end of the chat and achieve spiritual resonance. In the eyes of the woman, the speech therapist is still calm and firm, like an iceberg floating on the water. They will still indulge in this fate and still have unfinished thoughts.
These ideas were realized when he was studying Hemingway's "Iceberg Theory". Only one-eighth of the iceberg is always exposed above the water, and most of it is hidden underwater. This is reflected in the creation, which is that less is more. Leaving blank space to hint to readers is more shocking than writing it directly.
So, if he really wanted to thank someone, he felt that he should thank Hemingway, a real tough guy and a genius writer.
While Wang Zixu was giving a lecture, the late-night snacks at the barbecue stall were still going on. Huang Da was watching very carefully. He kept chewing his fingers and reading every word of Wang Zixu's words over and over again. His brain waves were like racing on the highway.
The lecture is over and will soon enter the question and answer session. His brain relaxed a little, and he looked around and asked, "What do you think?"
His colleague answered his question with a question:
"Did the boss invite a winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award?"